I exaggerated.
I never thought I’d say this, but it’s good to see you again. It brings a sense of order and stability to my universe to know that you’re still a pompous ass … and a damn sexy man.
CHEKOV: You know this man, Captain?
KIRK: Oh, do I know him. Harcourt Fenton Mudd, thief
MUDD: Come now.
KIRK: Swindler and con man
MUDD: Entrepreneur.
KIRK: Liar and rogue.
MUDD: Did I leave you with that impression?
Excuse me! Would you mind stopping that damn noise?
Data: I would gladly risk feeling bad at times, if it also meant that I could taste my dessert.
“Oh, yes… I hate this! It is revolting!”
“More?”
“Please.”
Your bedside manner is admirable, Doctor. I’m sure your patients must recover quickly … (sotto voce) just to get away from you.
I don’t need any more Antarean glow-water. I use it to polish the Spican flame gems.
I never saw one before in my life, and I hope I never see one of those fuzzy miserable things again.
If you can’t take a little bloody nose, maybe you ought to go back home and crawl under your bed. It’s not safe out here. It’s wondrous, with treasures to satiate desires both subtle and gross. But it’s not for the timid.
I’m from Iowa. I just work in outer space.
Don’t call me “Tiny”.
What does that little one do, Mr. Woof?
All of us have violent instincts. We have evolved from predators … Well, not me, of course. I’ve just been programmed by you predators.
The Great Plume of Agasoria!
WORF: Your problem is that you can’t accept change.
JADZIA DAX: I can’t accept change?
WORF: That’s right.
JADZIA DAX: You’ve got to be kidding. I’ve changed bodies six times!
KORBY: It’s still me, Christine. Roger. I’m in here. You can’t imagine how it was.
I was frozen, dying. My legs were gone. I was, I had only my brain between life and death.
This can be repaired easier than another man can set a broken finger.
I’m still the same as I was before, Christine, perhaps even better.
CHAPEL: Are you, Roger?
I can step aside as quickly as the next man.
In this galaxy, there’s a mathematical probability of three million earth-type planets … and in all the universe, three million million galaxies like this one. And in all of that, and perhaps more, only one of each of us. Don’t destroy the one named Kirk.
Captain James T. Kirk: What would you say the odds are on our getting out of here?
Mr. Spock: Difficult to be precise, Captain. I should say, approximately 7,824.7 to 1.
Captain James T. Kirk: Difficult to be precise? 7,824 to 1?
Mr. Spock: 7,824.7 to 1.
Captain James T. Kirk: That’s a pretty close approximation.
Mr. Spock: I endeavor to be accurate.
Captain James T. Kirk: You do quite well.